I need to make the about me page of my blog. I don’t want to.
Why does defining myself feel like a momentously difficult task? If I don’t define myself, who can?
My discover weekly defines my music taste strictly to the 50’s. All because I love Nat King Cole. Mistaken.
Maybe this intimidates me because I’m not everything I want to be yet. Jacked. Unbothered. Smooth.
Written words are definite. Indisputable. Concrete. Maybe I just don’t identify with that.
Am I interesting enough for myself? Why did I quit piano? If I played the piano I’d write my about me page. Skilled. Am I simpler than I care to admit?
I like movies. When I watch them now I feel unproductive. When did that change? Enjoy. Optimize. Efficiency.
Does dreaming about the future count as a hobby? Even when the future never arrives? Why repeat that cycle over and over?
Hi I’m Hunter and I’m a hopeless romantic. A fun fact about me is that I can’t stand being alone. Except for when I can. Thanks.
Shoot, I forgot to say my favorite color.
